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Let’s put an end to bullying – sign the pledge and take part, now! As a mother of two, I feel strongly about teaching anti-bullying behavior. I talk to my 5-year old daughter about being compassionate towards her peers at school. I remember being picked on at school and don’t want either one of my children to go through the same horrible experience.

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It wasn’t until I got to High School and I was in my Driver’s Education class did I have my first experience with a bully. My bully sat behind me and would spit spit balls at me, flick my hair, and taunt me with little things she’d say. I didn’t know what to do. I was embarrassed by the entire thing and felt like I was all alone. Back then no one really talked about bullying like they do today. I never told anyone about this, not even my mother. I felt ashamed and didn’t want anyone to know. The class was over quickly, it only last about for 1 semester. If I could go back and do it all over again I would have told my teacher. Thinking back now I don’t know why I didn’t tell anyone, I would have probably been moved and everything would have been fine. But you know what they say, hindsight is 20/20.

Being bullied or being mistreated by others can make you feel so alone. I would sometimes feel so isolated. Why me? I knew I needed to learn to stand up for myself but didn’t know where to start.

By signing the pledge, you are helping to make a difference and standing up for this horrible behavior. Please, join me in the effort to put an end to bullying.

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Hey there, I’m Tiffany! I’m a work-at-home mom of two rambunctious children (Jasmine, 9 + Sean II, 5) and recently widowed at just 35 years old. I've remarried and currently live right outside of Baton Rouge in Denham Springs, Louisiana with two adoring cats and a dog. Let's connect on Twitter @fabulousmomblog.

13 Comments

  1. What is sad about bullying is that telling your teacher or parents can sometimes make things worse. I remember a boy bullying me on the school bus. I told my parents who talked to my teacher. She got confused and told my parents I was basically asking for it.

    • My grandson was being bullied and he FINALLY told us and I went to the Football coach who said he would take care of it. He did. He talked to the bullies. And they just took it Underground instead of being so open about it. Didn’t cure a single thing. Just made my grandson not want to tell me anymore so that I wouldn’t go to a coach or a teacher. This happened 3 years ago while he was in middle school. Just this year he finally got fed up with it and pushed one of the kids that was bullying him (daily for three years) and they arrested and charged my grandson with assault and battery. The other kid was also charged. But all this taught me and my grandson is that he is now being victimized by the justice system that is supposed to protect him, the VICTIM. What can we do????

      • That’s horrible Paula. I hate it when the wrong person gets punished. I hate it when anyone is bullyed, sounds like your grandson had enough, I would have done the same thing.

  2. I was bullied from 8th grade through graduation and it was miserable. I was reduced to tears most days on the bus, and was so relieved when I turned 16 and started driving so I didn’t have to be around those mean kids as often. At least in the halls at school, I could hide a bit.
    I will say, though – it made me tougher and improved my self-confidence. The friends I did have in high school are still my friends 17 years after graduation. I stand much taller now and can teach my daughter how to respect others and stand up for herself if she is ever bullied.
    Definitely taking the pledge. Great post! 🙂

    • It’s so wonderful that you can turn such a horrible experience into good and try and teach your children from it.

  3. I don’t remember coming into contact with a bully during school, but it seems so common for it to happen now. It’s sad and needs to end ASAP!

  4. I don’t have any vivid memories of being bullied myself but do remember seeing it happen many times to others. It is such a sad situation that so many kids feel the need to bully. This is something that needs to be taken care of from home to start with and if parents teach their children how to treat others it wouldn’t be such a sad issue!

  5. I was bullied for a short time in elementary school. Oddly enough by the mexican kids because they couldn’t figure out if I was black or white… I told my aunt and she told me to tell them that my aunt worked for the government and would have them deported if they didn’t stop. I didn’t know what that meant at the time and at first neither did they. Apparently they went home, mentioned it to their parents and didn’t say a word to me again. I assume they spoke to their parents because my teacher – A wonderful woman Ms. Cameron – Pulled me aside and let me know that next time I’m being bullied to tell her and that threatening to deport people wasn’t very nice. Still had NO CLUE what deport meant. So she explained it to me. Once I got older I realized how much that must have hurt those kids and their families. I didn’t realize that I was bullying them right back. Hopefully I’ll respond better if my child or one of my nieces comes to me and says they’re being bullied.

  6. I never really dealt with a bully when I was younger (from what I remember) but I always worry about my children especially my oldest because he’s so sensitive. Thanks for posting about this!

  7. I am glad to see the problem of bullying in the forefront like this. Something needs to be done, and very soon.

  8. I signed the pledge. Putting a stop to bullying is something I feel very strongly about. My son is in 2nd grade, and he’s already dealing with bullies! I don’t remember it starting that early when I was little. Then again, maybe I just blocked it out!

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